I was only a shell at one point. Soulless. Worthless. A demon. A weapon. My eyes dead. My heart dead. My mind dead. I had nothing left to lose, and nothing else to gain, but I kept going forward like a wounded animal, staying alive by a mere pulse from my chest. Before, it was rage, anger, hate, sorrow, but then a man found me. He taught me and showed me I was wrong. The villagers killed him; I had nothing. I knew I shouldn't blame them for they are only human. I suppose I will live with nothing till the end of my days, but that does not mean I will not help others. I will not use my pain as a crutch. Everyone hates one another in this world, because they feel they cannot reach out to the other person and reach common ground. They hate each other for no reason whatsoever. The only reason why is because they think every time they may make peace, they think it's false. Fools. Oh well, humans will be humans. I guess I was put on this earth to help all who can't believe. I'm here for the shunned ones and the ones who are weak. I will fight for them, teach them, and help them though everything. I am here to take their pain away, but there's always a price to pay. I'll help them, but their problems will become my suffering. My mind makes me feel, see, know everything they did as if I was them, and my memory is so good that I'm forced to replay these false memories. It drove me insane. For years I've dealt with it having no one to help me no one to fight for me. Tortured. Beaten. Hated. Alone.

Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.

Shit, oil leak. Gonna have to fix it. Turn wrench 25 degrees. Add a pint of oil. Refit arm length. Adjust leg motor. Upgrade arm and shoulder joints. Switch to a higher grade ore.

I bet you're wondering what I'm talking about. Well, when I was little, I had a disease that ate the flesh. After years of trying to solve the problem, I had lost my legs, my arms, part of my skull, and part of my torso. Then someone came along and rebuilt my body with metal and steel. Afterwards, they found a cure, but my body was more metal than flesh. The villagers still beat me and everything. It was a hard life for anyone, but I pulled though. After a while, I leaned how to mod my body and fix it up. And I will keep on going in life, because I am unstoppable force of nature. I am Uzumaki Naruto, the living weapon, and this is my story.